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This is a sonnet I wrote for my mom, who passed away September 25.
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As we are born,
Crying,
Completely
oblivious to what’s coming next,
Blind to
everything,
Deaf to the
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Time sends chills up and down my spine,Like a xylophone is playing along the bones of my back,Its constant motion forward,You can never rewind time,Be..
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The inhumane ways of humans,Pride splayed across our hearts,We, we have made society what it is,Sculpting its success and its failures,But need to lea..
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Winter 2022Sitting in a house with a warm fireplace,Illuminating the cozy living room,Laying on the couch with you as the snow falls,Covering the grou..
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Transcendentalism: holding that the key to knowledge of the nature of reality lies in the critical examination of the processes of reason on which dep..
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First poem of a series of poems about my mom's death. She died September 25, 2013 of an asthma attack (without any warning) and was my best friend, al..
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Line up, Salute. Ready your Weapons. Aim. Fire.
Training all your life.
to become strong enough to fight off the enemy.
Death, death ..
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